Lost.

"Aren't we all." He drawls lazily.

But the question of where he is piques his interest. No one comes to Rapture by accident, he knows that much even in his drunken stupor. So to this he just stares at the man, trying to decide whether to take him seriously.

"Rapture." He mutters after a moment, pausing to flick the ashes of his cigarette and swearing under his breath when he fails and has to relight it. "...I'd dry off if I were you. No one's gonna help you find your bearings."

Including himself, clearly.